The Cold Smell Of Sacred Stone

talk to you than to me.' He paused, and his thin smile faded. 'I'm not that person anymore, Mongo; I'm not a cop. I'm not sure what-who-I am now, and I'm hoping I may be able to find out with you. How about it? Are you going to let me come to work with you?'

'It sounds good to me,' I replied with a grin.

Garth grunted. 'My name comes first, since I'm the oldest and biggest brother. We'll call the agency Frederickson and Frederickson.'

'No way,' I said with a firm shake of my head. 'I'm not only the founder, but I'm the smartest and best- looking brother. We'll call the agency Frederickson and Frederickson.'

'You drive a hard bargain, Mongo,' Garth said with a sigh. 'Incidentally, you don't have any idea what this woman we're going to see wants?'

'Nope. Dora's an occupational therapist at Helen Hayes, and a friend. I met her a thousand years ago, when I was with the circus and we used to do benefits for the children's division.'

'But she doesn't know me. Why would she ask you to bring me along?'

'You can ask her when we get there. Turn left at the intersection.'

Ten minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of the Helen Hayes Hospital. We went up to the second floor, where Dr. Dora Freed had her offices. The sprightly, gray-haired occupational therapist greeted us both warmly, then asked us to wait in a large, empty recreation room down the corridor.

The man who came through the door five minutes later was clean-shaven, well dressed in blue slacks, highly polished black loafers, a blue wool sleeveless pullover worn over a white shirt. The man's face was still scarred, but plastic surgeons had obviously been working on him, for he didn't look nearly as disfigured as he once had. There was a broad, almost dreamlike smile on his face.

'Harry!'

'Hello, Mongo,' Harry August said, turning in the direction of my voice and tapping his way toward us across the hardwood floor with his white cane. I shook his extended hand. 'Thank you so much for coming-I was so excited when I found out that Dora and you know each other. Is Garth with you?'

'I'm here, Harry,' Garth said, putting a broad hand on the other man's shoulder. 'I'm sorry about what happened to you. Mongo and I didn't know.'

'Please, please, don't be sorry!' Harry August said quickly.

'If we'd known you were a patient here-'

'But I'm not a patient-not any longer. Now I work here.'

My brother and I exchanged glances. Garth started to say something, but Harry August cut him off.

'Garth, there are two reasons why I asked Dora to call Mongo and have him bring you here. First, I want you to know how grateful I am to you.'

Garth frowned slightly. 'Harry,' he said quietly, 'if you hadn't become involved with me, you wouldn't be blind now. What are you thanking me for?'

Harry August shook his head vehemently. 'If I hadn't become involved with you, I wouldn't have been blessed with the only sight that matters.' He paused, tilted his head toward the ceiling, and once again his face was wreathed with a dreamlike smile. He looked years younger. 'I was blind before I met you; my whole life was filled with bitterness and hatred, clouding my vision. Then I was crippled. After I lost my eyes in the explosion. . I've had a lot of time to think in this new darkness, which for me isn't nearly as dark as the darkness I used to live in. It was only after I lost my eyesight that I could remember and fully appreciate the peace and happiness you brought to so many people. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was happy when I was with you-probably the happiest I'd ever been in all the years since my face had been splashed with acid. But there was so much bitterness and hatred for people in me, I was so crippled in my heart that I didn't even know I was happy. And so I was constantly trying to think of ways to cheat you and Garth's People.'

'Harry,' Garth said in a low voice, 'that isn't important now, and there's no need for you to talk about it.'

'But I want to talk about it. It's why I wanted you to come here, so that I could tell you how you changed my life and made me whole again. I believe with all my heart that God sent you to me on the sidewalk that day; God sent you to save me, to help erase the bitterness in my heart. Now I've been reborn, and I'm a baby in the living heart of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. I feel as if I have-I do have-a whole new life to begin living, and it's one that's filled with unspeakable joy. I thank God for sending you to me, and I thank you for helping to show me the way. There are many people who hate you now; they blame you for all those deaths, for what happened. But they're wrong. I love you, Garth, and I want you to know that I'll never, ever, forget what God and Jesus Christ, through you, have done for me.'

I looked at Garth, who was staring intently at Harry August. There was a strange expression on my brother's face which I couldn't read at all, and I wondered what he was feeling and thinking.

Finally, Garth asked softly: 'What was the second thing you wanted to say to me, Harry?'

'All of these months, after God and Jesus had entered my heart, I thought about the stories you'd told of the Valhalla Project, and of how Siegmund Loge had come up with this mathematical formula called the Triage Parabola that predicted humans would soon be extinct. The stories were true, weren't they?'

'Yes, Harry,' Garth answered, his tone flat. 'The stories were true.'

'But Loge's conclusion wasn't; that's the second thing I wanted to tell you. He may have been a genius, but there's no way any mathematical formula can predict the impact one man, such as yourself, can have on the lives of others-like me. The Triage Parabola is flawed because God, and His miracles, cannot be computed. We will not become extinct, because that is not God's plan. We will survive until that day when Jesus Christ returns to rule us and bring paradise to earth. I thought you should know.'

Now there was a prolonged silence. I had nothing to say, and I was almost afraid of what Garth might say. But then Garth simply wrapped his arms around the other man, gently hugged him. My brother's expression was still unreadable.

'I'm glad you're happy, Harry,' Garth said evenly.

'Listen!' Harry August said brightly. 'There's a bar just around the corner. Will the two of you let me take you there and buy you a drink?'

'I'll drink to that!' I said quickly-and too loudly; my voice echoed in the large, empty room.

Garth looked at me and laughed, and then we followed the blind man out of the room and down a corridor toward the elevators.